This fic introduces my original character: Emily Davenport.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE DISNEY XD SHOW, LAB RATS. ALL CHARACTERS, APART FROM MY OWN, BELONG TO THE SHOW CREATORS, CHRIS PETERSON AND BRYAN MOORE.

Adopted - Part 2

Previously on Lab Rats…

I was sitting at my computer in my room. I was just videochatting with my friend, Rebecca Welder.

"So, I was wondering if you would like to join me at the beach today."

"I would love to. I'll just ask my parents."

Just then, my mom knocked and then came in carrying a laundry basket with clothes in it. "Hey, sweetie."

I looked up. "Hi, Mom. I was wondering if we could maybe go to the beach today."

10 minutes later, we were all ready and downstairs when Rebecca opened the front door and walked in. "Who's ready for the beach?" She had white sunglasses with black lenses on top of her head. She also had on a black floral bikini top with blue, yellow, and red flowers, blue jean shorts, and brown flip flops. A tan beach bag was hanging on her left shoulder.

When we got to the beach and set up our spot, Rebecca and I set our stuff down. We took off our shorts and sandals. "Come on, Em! Let's go!" We started running towards the ocean when my mom stopped us.

"Not so fast you two!" We stopped dead in our tracks and turned to face her. "You can go swimming. Just stay where we can see you. Got it?"

We ran straight into the water and stopped when it was at our shins. "This is awesome!"

"You got that right. I love the beach." Rebecca held her arms out to her sides and spun around.

Rebecca and I were having fun laughing and splashing each other when I saw something. I had a look of panic on my face. "Becca, don't panic, but it looks like there's someone trying to make his way towards us."

She turned around and looked. "You're right, Em. Maybe he's in trouble. We should go and help."

As I got closer, I heard, "Excuse me, sir. Do you need help?"

The man had white skin, black hair, and brown eyes. "I'm looking for an Emily Davenport."

Suddenly, I got nervous. "T-That's me."

"Look, I know we just met and that you don't know me… but my name's Donald Davenport, and I'm your father."

Rebecca and I looked at each other in confusion.

I was in shock and very confused. However, I managed to ask, "What?!"

"I'm your father."

"Yeah, I heard you. I'm just trying to comprehend what you just said."

"Look, you don't have to believe me if you don't want to… but it's the truth. I am your father."

In a snarky way, I replied, "You're right. I don't believe you. I don't have to listen to this. I'm out of here." I turned and swam away.

"Em, wait." Rebecca's protests didn't work as I swam away. As I swam to shore and stood up, I heard Rebecca coming up behind me. "Em!"

I ran out of the water. "Leave me alone, Rebecca!"

She gripped my shoulders. "Listen, I know what that guy said may be shocking, but it's–"

I cut her off. "What that guy said was crazy! Why should I believe him?"

"Okay, okay, you have a point… but you're adopted, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah… but–"

"But nothing. Look, I don't know if what he said is true or not, but wouldn't you like to find out? I mean, what did happen to your biological dad?"

"Well, my adoptive mom told me that when I was two, my dad got assigned to help on a government research project. I got adopted at three."

"And isn't it a coincidence that that guy told you that he's your father?"

I shrugged. "I-I guess."

"Come on, Em. That guy knew your name. That's gotta be something."

"I don't know, Rebecca."

"Em, aren't you just a little bit curious?"

Rebecca did make some good points. "You do make a good point, Becca. Okay. If you think I should consider this, then I'll consider it."

I looked over Rebecca's shoulder and saw the man from earlier drying his face with a towel. I started walking over to him. "Excuse me, sir?"

He looked up and I stopped in front of him. "I thought about what you said earlier… and I would like to consider it."

"Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I am curious… and my friend did make some good points. Okay. I'm willing to hear you out. Come on." Rebecca and I led him over to where my parents were. "Mom, Dad?" They looked up. "I'd like you to meet someone. This is Donald Davenport." I didn't know how to say this, but I just went with it. "He says he's my biological father."

They both asked, "What?"

I nodded. "Look, I know it sounds farfetched… and I didn't wanna believe him either… but I'm willing to hear him out."

My dad stood up and started advancing towards the man. "Look, buddy. I don't know who you are, but you should leave my daughter alone before I call the police."

I went up to my dad. "Please, Dad? I think we should listen to what he has to say."

My parents looked at each other. They were unsure of what to do… but it looked like they agreed. They looked back at me and my mom said, "Well, okay, honey. If this is what you wanna do, we'll do it."

My dad chimed in. "Yeah, sweetie. If this is important to you, then I guess we'll hear him out."

I sighed in relief and put a hand on his upper arm. "Thank you."

My mom asked, "Okay, so. How do we do this?"

The man in question replied, "Well, there are a couple different ways to do this." He went over to his spot and picked up a bag. He then came back and began digging through it. "I've got some papers here that you can look at, a copy of her birth certificate…" He stopped digging. "Oh, and if you want… totally up to you… a paternity test."

My mom put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I don't know. This is just a lot to take in."

"Look, I get it. What I'm saying must be crazy… but I am telling the truth. You don't have to believe me, and I don't expect you to. I just… would like a chance to get to know our daughter. Again, I'm not expecting anything. It's totally up to you. But if you do decide…" He reached into his bag and pulled out what looked like a white piece of paper. "Here is my name and cell number." He handed it to my mom.

My parents looked at the paper and then up at him. My mom nodded and said, "Okay. We'll do this."

"Excellent. Don't worry. I will take care of everything." The man looked at me and put a hand on my left shoulder. "Look, I know we just met… but you seem like a very nice girl."

I giggled. "Thank you."

"You obviously were raised right." He looked at my parents. "Thank you for letting me explain."

My mom said, "No problem."

"I know I must've sounded crazy."

"It's okay." She put a hand on my shoulder. "Well, we should probably get going. We clearly have a lot to talk about."

The man nodded. "Okay. I will leave you to it then."

We all nodded and then the man walked off. Rebecca and I turned to my parents. My mom said, "Okay. Well, I think we had enough excitement for one day. Let's go home. Clearly, we have a lot to talk about."

Rebecca and I nodded. While she and I were putting ours shorts and sandals on and packing up our stuff, she asked, "So, Em, are you ready for all this?"

"Honestly, Rebecca… I'm not sure."

"Hey." She put her arm around my shoulder. "It's okay to have doubts. I mean, this would be life changing. But… you'll never know if you don't give it a chance." She took her arm off me.

"I guess you're right, Rebecca."

"Whatever you decide, though, I'll support you all the way."

I smiled. "Thanks, Becca." We hugged.

Suddenly, we heard, "Get a move on, you two!" We looked over and saw my parents with their stuff in their arms. My mom told us to hurry up.

I replied, "We're coming, Mom!" Rebecca and I picked up our bags and hung them on our right shoulders. We then ran towards them and then we all made our way off the beach to start our trip home.